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A Lazy Afternoon

Jimmy had a rare day off. Mommy had some shopping to do, so he’s curled up on the couch, taking a nap. Emily bounces in and tucks herself along his tummy, giving him a peck on his cheek. Sleepily, the chubby arm wraps around the thin shoulders. “Daddy?” A small stir. “Yes, Sweetie?”  “You love Mommy, don’t you?” A single eye opens. “She’s my favoritest girl in all the world.” The little face fell a little. “I thought I was.” “She was here first.”  “Oh...” Brightening up, she chirps. “She likes what Santa brought, doesn’t she?” “Yes, Baby, she does.” He grinned and turned over on his back. “She hasn’t taken it off since I gave it to her.” “Daddy?” “Yes, Emily.” “How did you and Mommy meet?” “She and Grandma moved in the house behind ours when I was ten.” “Did she like you back then?” “She thought I had cooties and I thought girls were silly, so we didn’t play together.  The little face crunched up. “Boys DO have cooties. That is what Riley told me.” Daddy chuckled. “I know we do. We a…

A little later.

"Jimmy, you awake?"

He stirred at the soft touch and turned towards his wife.

"Am now."

"I just want to say I'm sorry for acting like a bitch tonight."

A slow smile came across his face. His hand stroked the side of her face.

"I think we apologized pretty well a little while ago."

He softly kissed her. She smiled, then her face fell in doubt.

"Do you still think I'm pretty? I mean, I never lost..."

"...the baby weight?

Jimmy kissed along her muffin top and across her belly button, then went up to the locket between her breasts. Kissing it deeply, he laid his head over her heart. It was beating fast.

"You are more beautiful after Emily. I thank the Lord every day for that child."

Kristy giggled.

"I wonder if she heard us?"

"Probably. She loves 'happily ever after stories', you know."

Kristy held his head tight, kissing the bald spot.

"Well, she got her wish tonight. I love you, …

A Necklace (Blogophilia 44.9)

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..Do you hear what I hear?

Kristy turned off the radio. If she heard another carol or hymn, she’d scream. Bah, humbug. Scrooge was right. Happy this and miracle that. It really was just another day to pick your pocket. Looking into the living room, she sighed at the scraggly tree with Emily’s preschool ornaments, Jimmy’s tacky “Redneck Christmas” wreath, and only a couple of wrapped presents. She knew she should be grateful for what she had, but it was too much, the bills, the arguments. Now he’s late from work again. Was he seeing someone else? I wouldn’t be surprised, she thought as she grabbed another beer from the fridge. “Mommy, why did you turn it off?” The little girl asked, twisting her red curls around her fingers. Popping the can, she took a long drink sat down at kitchen table. His plate sat unused across from her. “I don’t know. I’m just tired of Christmas.” Emily rubbed Kristy’s back and put butterfly kisses in her tousled hair.  “But, why?” It was all she could do to ke…

Email Scams

The script kiddies think we are dumb.

The last few days I have had six or seven notices on the main box saying I have a FedEx message. Here is what a leading security company is saying: FedEX

And even Federal Express is annoyed: Phishing

This is on top of the normal global disaster, porn and get rich quick schemes.

I've been amused at the uptick in crap since the US election.I made mention of it a few days ago. Traffic Scan

Why don't you just purchase the damn personal identifying information on the open market? It's cheaper. 


Friday Random

It's been a while since I did a post that was just random thoughts.

Over the last few weeks I have been troubled by my parallel thought train. This is my Walter Mitty life where I am someone else. Lately it has been as a down and out sinner. A sex offender that will never be forgiven, waiting for the next unannounced beating, with the promise that I am beyond the grace of God and the only thing I have to look forward to is the eternal flames. When this happens, I can feel my blood pressure rise. Angry only at the these thoughts, I want to lash out. But I know this would only plunge my physical self into this imaginary world.

The other night I finally called out to God for the thoughts to go away. It took a while, but they ebbed out to sea. But the mind wasn't silent. The replacement was the face of a girl about four years old. She is crying in anger and frustration and her mother is nearing the end of her rope. I reached out and placed my hand on the tiny back and she crawled …

Tides (Blogophilia 43.9)

Tide flows in Surely as it flows out Into the black ocean Heartbeat of the marsh As the sun sets over my shoulder
Tent perched on a hammock In the eastern time zone I wonder Can you see without eyes? Can you speak without lies?
Another sip of coffee As the firelight dies You thought yourself The big fish in the pond But sharks proved you wrong And I’m Thankfully Alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Colleen Keller Breuning Pic-Gerard Villegas Pic guesses: Splish Splash, Big Fish (in blog), Flipper, Banana Boat, Changes in Latitudes (Changes in Attitudes), Rub a dub dub, Free Willy,

Trip

Rainy night in Bangkok Sharing Cabernet with no one Pictures sliding across the screen Smiling people at Temple gates No reverence No meaning Another bucket list item Done
Thinking back on the message You won! The trip of a life time Angkor Wat Intersection of two religions Half way around the world Only to find The same clueless people As everywhere else.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic (You Won)-Irene Melgoza Picture-Tyler Myrth Pic Guesses: Top of the World, Foggy Mountain Breakdown, Climb Ev’ry Mountain, Eidelweiss, Ain’t No Mountain (High Enough), Into the Mystic,

Traffic scan

I'm a stats nut, as I mentioned before. I've always found it interesting who finds my little bit of internet heaven. I've welcomed my South Korean readers over the years. Made mention of the Russians, etc.

Speaking of which, they seem to be back using a Czech server. Am I an unwitting DDOS bot? Or are they using me to transmit nasty malware to the unsuspecting. I haven't a clue.

All I do is post mediocre short stories.

Maybe they just like that.